The Scatterbrained Professor, Part II

[oakenguy]

Remember our friend who accidentally walked off with my glasses? Well, she acted quickly when she found out. There was a fed ex package waiting for me at the house after work yesterday.

And inside were the WRONG GLASSES.

It's not the same prescription as the glasses she left behind at our house. Maybe they're her girlfriend's? Or maybe they belong to someone she's staying with? At this rate, everyone in Denver is going to be blind before the new year.

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[rantarn.livejournal.com]

All I can say is that to offset all this, I hope this woman is an absolutely brilliant professor.

[superrob.livejournal.com]

This is by far the funniest thing I have read/heard all month! I'm still laughing!

[snowwand.livejournal.com]

ok, I know that I've been claiming the "Scatterbrained Crown" for the last few weeks or so, but I think she is the supreme ruler of this title.

How many glasses can one person have?

[malterre.livejournal.com]

You are a far kinder person than I.

[bulrogue.livejournal.com]

this thread just keeps me cracking up...

helps off-set the gloom from work.

[futileissue.livejournal.com]

Stories this amusing can only occur at someone's expense. I'm sorry to say, this time it's partially yours.

[lilacsinmarch.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's part of some international glasses exchange program?

[nmsunbear.livejournal.com]

If this were fiction, I'd be like, "Oh, c'mon." Seriously, I don't think I'd buy it....

[sahara-dreams.livejournal.com]

Oh man. She sounds kind of not-all-there.

[coscaram.livejournal.com]

Hee-Hee!!!

[callunav.livejournal.com]

It's not only (say I, from having endured her houseguestings with Bri & co. for years as a friend and one-time housemate) that she's very MUCH not there, it's that - as far as I can tell - she never has been.

However, I feel that she will have to go further to cap the archetypal absent-minded professor story I grew up on: Richmond Lattimore, of significant classics fame - some of you were probably forced to read his translation of the Odessy at some point - tended to teach, in the good old manner, in a tweed jacket, smoking a pipe. My mother attended his classes. She said that when he got really animated and wanted both his hands free for gesticulation or writing on the board, he would tuck his pipe - still lit - into the pocket of his jacket. After a few minutes, smoke would start to rise, whereupon on of his students would put her hand up and, when called on, state, "Professor Lattimore, your pocket's on fire again." Professor Lattimore would then hurriedly pat out the nascent conflagration, and continue with the lecture.

I eagerly await the moment - which I absolutely anticipate - in which I hear from you that this houseguest of yours finally tops this story with one of her own.

[foresthouse.livejournal.com]

This continues to amuse me! Even though you are suffering for it. Poor Denverians!

BTW, I am still sending Christmas cards and had intended to ship one off to you. If you would like it, send me your address at emilyesse@gmail.com. :)